Queer Little Family

I wrap words around me to protect and deflect from the worst of my fears. I am nothing without them even broken syllables offer me something to hide behind. I twist myself into them deeper into letters and vowels because I can’t handle flesh and blood breathing and the hearts …

Hours become wreckage seconds become ash at her touch as she walks through the darkest past and the brightest future. It all comes undone, one year can go by in a heartbeat or she can stretch a second out for infinity Whenever she wants is broken into pieces, I’ve seen …

There are some words that are inherently offensive. Some that used to be offensive and still can be with the wrong tone and right meaning behind it and some that aren’t offensive any more. Queer isn’t offensive to me, unless you’re yelling it. And to be honest, I’m gonna be …

Desperation coils deep within me pressing up and out I am trying, trying to hold on to it but it pushes harder pushes back. I want. Want. Desperate and wanting I pressed harder but am overwhelmed and it presses harder at my eyes as tears rush and want is nothing …

The dead trees are still beautiful in the sunshine, what is torn down and burnt away still bright with energy as new growth is nurtured so far from the urban sprawl I was so used to, the cloying of cars and crowds like a second skin one you barely you …

I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but it’s P and I do want to finish it…Here’s what I have so far. Pale looked around the little room and shifts in her chair. It’s light, it’s airy, it’s nothing like the TV shows. The coffee is nice and …

Struggling a bit to always find words day after day after day. There are none. Not now, not before. Just platitude and politeness over and over. I always lie. It’s not that there’s never anything to say just no one to hear words worth saying. Just what needs hiding, papering …

It’s warm around my finger, silver around skin around flesh around bone. It imprints on my soul through letters engraved deep into the metal and deep into me. Through skin, and blood, and borne of love and days to come. Accept it. I accept. It shines and shouts in sunlight …

Scream louder cat! Scream louder and get more food than chew on the sponge and the wooden spoon to devour more delicious molecules. Delicious, delicious molecules. Scream louder. For I am cat. Steal the milk straight from the glass and scream about biscuits and lick all the bowls just in …